Others cost money to deliver takeaways, but Song Qingyan's takeout delivery sometimes cost him his life.
After graduating from junior college, I decided to stay in a big city. During the day, I ran an eMule to deliver food, and at night I had a part-time job as a bone picker. To put it bluntly, it is to help people who have passed away under special circumstances to clean up the final scenes. The money is generous, but it takes a bit of courage.
I thought this job was just a bit of physical exertion, just lifting with your eyes closed. Until he came into contact with the remains of a homeless old man, a letter from a pair of torn socks fell out, guiding him to find the old man's daughter who had been separated for twenty years. He suddenly realized that what he was moving was never cold objects, but hot, unfinished lives.
From then on, his world changed:
The shattered bones of an elite white-collar worker who fell from an office building remain with the cry of being forced into a desperate situation;
The unclaimed female body in the funeral parlor, with the strange bone spots under the skin, points to a horrifying truth that spans decades;
And in the belly of the young female corpse, the weak but persistent consciousness cried out to him for a truth that should not be forgotten...
That day, he met Shen Qingwu, a medical iceberg beauty who worked part-time at a funeral home. She pulled him, her eyes as sharp as a scalpel:
"These old glasses can allow you to 'see' things that others can't see, right?"
Yes, the vest fell off.
When the wisdom of the public meets the cold rationality of forensic science, they work together to open up the darkest cracks in the city and deal with not only the affairs behind the scenes, but also the greed, anger, ignorance, resentment and unfinished love deep in the human heart.
"Hello, please forgive me. Do you need... Professional bone picking service?"
Very very beautiful!